Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-11-13
BY JAM sGRANT,
fThe Right eff Translation is Reserved. j

spilled up the agony" eS the phrase Is
but our narrative is not romag ce.
The meeting came about thus:
The yelled eQ1estrienne On the Ed
plsnRee WAS, as the reader has no doubt
surmised, Claire, who had seen and rec
ognized in an agony Of dismay, and love
too, her husband-real or mock she knew
not still, though he knew her not; and q
painful scene had taken place between her
and Tady Tremayne, whom she had &C.
companied as humble friend 70 India,
at the Wills on the Chowringher-rosd.
Kind, but blunderirg, Lady TremayDe
did not quite understand the story of
Claire as the latter, in her excitement,
related II, and only in so lar es she foDdly
anticipated reconciliation and reunion
of those two by her means. She Tove up
quite little romance, of which she was
TO be the good fairy, though she WAS GER
tainly appalled, afterwards, when, suose-
ouent to the scene we have described, she
heard the details of CIaire's flight in the
night from LyRemouth.
dsThink of the future" Lady TEemayne
had said, with reference to the meeting
on the Esplanade.
"What future have I?'' Claire had re-
sponded. she is here now, actually in
Calcutta-the man to whom Igave myself
at the sltar OF my dear dead fathers
church-desd through his crime and sin
this man whom It Is a sin for me TO
love or think of; and you :elI me that to-
morrow shs u see MIN again-speak with
4.,s..z-o6r hands even may touch agSiD,"
, 2ae continued, wildly, as she wrung her
interIsced fingers. 'No, no, no. let me
never see him more!"
"He is under immediate orders for
al rra1
Lady TremsyEe. "Perhaps he can now
explain all to me, if not to you, Claire;
ard I see the hand of God in this"
But the girl shook her head YEARLY end
mournfully, with her dark eyes fixed on
seeming vacancy.
"My dear GIRL" resumed Lady IRE
mayne, caressingly, 'ithis misfortune,
this strange and cruel accusation, may, l
repeat, be explained away"
t'It never can be-" sobbed Claire, ney-
er. I heard her dreadful accusation, 20
which he had not word TO say, but &C
knoWledged TO NE that the dark secret OF
his life would be the ruin Of mine. Those
were his words"
stAnd he is coming tomorrow"
"Montresgor?"
'sYesn
HHere-here?"
"FTith my brother-in -law, the general.
Depend upon if, this is no mere clanCe."
''What them" asked Claire, desper-
ately.
"Destiny."
"To hunt me from your household and
destroy icy peace, by what may prove 3
public expose?"
"Not If you command yourself and re-
tainy you: presence of mind. Destroy
your peace, Claire? God, who rules our
--Sste. would not be so cruel. The wretched
"a ,sn-an impostor, perhsps-"
e>ses no impostor. Digby dared
not call hef SOP
"She who wrought you 50 much evil
may be dead: her assertions may be ex-
planned. Oh, be patient, be hopeful"
nBut, oh, Lady Tremsyne, think OF
what yen put upon me-the pain, the ter
ror, of such an interview before
STRANGERS
sfTheir presence will compel, control /;
and consider-he is under orders for Bur
man." said Lady Tremayne again, "and
you msy perhaps meet no more"
Then IL Was that wild longing to see
Montressor but opce again struggled
with Claire's sense of delicacy, even her
sense OF propriety and just resentment;
and she consented TO appear, promising
to avoid all that might lead to the Issue
OF which all English folks have genuine
horror scene; but she tainted; as we
have told, and the guests departed in con-
fusion and haste.
After 9 time, to Lady Tremsyne's great
relief, her white lips and eyeli6s IN
closed. She found herself on couch
near an open WindoT--open to the deWy
Indian night. There was the fragrance
of eau-de-cologne in the room snd OF re-
storative which someone held TO her lips.
a gasping sigh escaped her, and she
gradually recovered, awakening again to
8 painful reality, and wept IS child
might hSve done on the bresst OF a friend,
but somewhat mistaken monitress.
"a year tonight" said Claire, gazing
with q world of sadness on the wedding
to which, perhaps she had no right, and
for which even Der slender finger had
grown too small, as she turned it round,
with wisttul expression In Der eyes; "a
wear tonight since that awful one at
Lynemouth. How strange how passing
strange! So must cling TO you. Deal
Lady Tremayne, / think you know now
that am one Of those women of whom
De Quincy wrote-one 10 whom rea
and true female fri3 adship is more valua
BILE than ell the companionship Of the
other sex can give. But, however" she
added, with 8 painful little hysteucsl
laugh, "to-night has proved that l ON
utterly destitute Of self-possession OF
presence of mind"
Lady Tremsyne regarded her aDxiously
for in her soft, psle face was the tired
and worn expression OF one who though
life not worth living.
sI sm without 8 husband, yet married;
girl, Lady Tremsyne, without a girFs
best inheritance-hope," said she, sadly
and she drew Of, as vsnitiee, the Delh
bangles her hostess had given heT-no'
Blake, as gossip suggested.
Meanwhile, MontTessor was equally
prev TO bitterness and grief, snd felt him
self involved in fresh msZes OF wonder
and perple1itY.
aCIsire here! here in Calcutta" ht
Kept repeating 70 himself, rs if he coult
not believe the evidence Of his owl
senses. And both their minds were flu
of the same theme.
That last night in the cottage in Lyme
louth, when the happy weeks Of theil
Deny married life, amid the wonderful
scenery of the valley OF the rocks, by thc
fr~clsd Lyn Cliff, in view of the sparkling
sea and the dark ridges of Exnoor, eam'
abruptly to ) close-the passionate ap-
pesls Of Clsire-ths terror, the dismzy q
the advent the apparent resurrection o.
the drowned woman, Irene Beaufort, 81
she called hersef-sll seemed 20 rush like
q swift aud sgonizing panorama before